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 Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 11:45 pm
Brutus dropped the opponent to the ground and took a step back; raising his right hand up to his face where he had been struck.
Oh, what a narcicisitc b*****d.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 11:46 pm
His right hand stung, blood dripping off his knuckles, even as he landed on the ground, catching his breath.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 11:48 pm
Brutus held his face for a while longer with his right hand, rubbing any sore places with his thumb and worrying about his pretty. His left hand threw the cloak hem out to the side, and reached to his hip, where he grabbed a large, silver chunk of metal with a handle attached to it, that looked like it could have passed for a sledgehammer.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 11:50 pm
He turned fast on his left heel, spinning about to come face to face with his opponent, at the same time drawing his right arm upwards in a rising motion which would force a clump of black flames to go off in his face.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 11:53 pm
In his own personal style, Brutus had raised the hammer immediately up above his head, like Tomorrow would have when going off on his "i wanna be cool like Thor" thing. Not expecting the sudden burst of black flame, Brutus was forced back a step, and his grip loosened; causing the heavy silver hammer to fall from his grip and to the ground beside him.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 11:55 pm
Not wasting anytime, he pushed off of his left leg and would clasp left hand to right hand, forcing his right elbow directly into his opponent's abdomen/stomach area.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 11:57 pm
Brutus might be a man of imposing figure, but muscles pad blows much less when they aren't tensed in preparation to recieve a blow. As it was, the large man doubled over at the strike, almost falling backwards after his hurried step earlier.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 11:59 pm
Chaining the elbow, he would then fling up his right forearm, to send the back of his right hand smashing into whatever body part was there, the throbbing pain of his right hand causing his arm to tense up.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 12:05 am
It would be the chest that recieved the next hit; though this one was not recieved as poorly as the first, and Brutus' next step back managed to catch his balance as he righted himself again and quickly cast his gaze down and to the left, looking for the lost hammer.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 12:07 am
Final chain in the series of attacks, he would half step on his left foot, before turning completely to the side, enough so he could send in a hard side kick.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 12:10 am
Brutus had brought his arms up to defend his chest and stomach, but with the distracting look he gave to his dropped weapon, he hardly could move them into the correct position.
One more backwards stumble, and the black-clad man fell over onto his back.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 8:06 am
He brought his right leg down slowly, before getting back into his stance, the pain in his right hand nearly making him want to go berserk on the opponent; but he reigned it in.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 10:11 am
Brutus rolled over to his left, into a crouched stance. His right hand moved behind his waist, to something else beneath the cape. A faint click was heard as his thumb moved a fastener out of place.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 7:52 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 10:43 am
:: Drops to one knee, folding his head wings in front of his eyes::
Where the hell am I, the sun is so bright.
:: Gets up and unfurls all his black leathery wings to reveal his ebony clothing and frightfully pale skin, his black cloak flapping in the wind like a flag during a hurricane. The only brightness coming from his form is the glimmer of a sword hilt shining like a star on a cold dark night. He begins to weave the strands of shadow to decrease the amount of light hitting him in order to regain the ability to see clearly. His fangs part in a grin. And a black leathery demon tail flicks angrily behing him.::
May the poor fool who brought me here pray he eludes my ire.
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